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sounded in her mind. She pulled away and raged at him. "What the hell do you mean 'your property’?”
    Instead of going on the defense, the tall man turned the tables on her. "What the hell are you doing sneaking around this place in the middle of the night? Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in coming here? I would have thought a principal was intelligent enough to stay away from precarious situations like this."
    "It's my property, Chance Breaux. If I want to sneak around it day or night, I have a legal right to do so." She used her finger to push on his chest.
    "Legal or not, if you ever do something so dangerous again, I will..."
    "Smack my hand with a ruler?" she hissed, hands on her slender hips. What was it about this man that had her ready to snap? He always seemed to be telling her what she had to do.
    "I don't need a ruler and my target is a bit larger than your hand, lady."
    Her lips pursed tightly and she started to challenge his threat. Then she remembered Cherice and forced herself to back down. "Stop trying to intimidate me and help me figure how to get inside this house."
    "To hell with going inside," he said. "You have two choices, Adrienne. You can get in your car and go home, or you can let me drive you to my place. Either way, you are not going inside that house until morning. There is no telling what kind of trouble you'll get yourself into in there."
    "I am not going anywhere." She insisted just as forcibly, and he took a threatening step toward her. "There is a child hiding somewhere in there."
    "A child?" He studied her face. "Adrienne, have you been drinking tonight?" Stepping up so the toes of their boots were touching, she slanted her dark head and glared up at him. "No, I have not been drinking, but even if I was, it would be none of your business."
    "Good Lord, woman, you are soaking wet."
    "The fog was very thick," she muttered.
    "Fog?" Chances eyes narrowed, and he bent down to sniff her breath. She smelled clean and fresh, not of alcohol. "Look around, babe. It's a clear night. There is no fog around."
    "Not now," she stuttered. She could not believe she thought having him here would help matters. He was making her dafter. "Dammit, Chance Breaux. There was a dense fog just ten minutes ago. Why the hell are you here anyway? River Oaks is still mine. What are you doing sneaking around the place?"
    "Protecting your property, you little sassy woman. I was on site at the plant tonight when I saw lights shining over here. Trust me, there was no fog. I would have noticed."
    "There was a fog. I was caught up in it since I arrived on the West Bank. How else could I have gotten my clothes so wet?"
    Chance studied her wet things. The snug jeans clung provocatively to her subtle curves, and disappeared into sleek, high heel boats. By far, the most interesting part of her attire was her shirt. The damp material fit her like a second skin. Obviously she had neglected to put on anything under it. She was a bit chilly from the wet material, if he was not mistaken. Following his gaze, Adrienne let out a small gasp and immediately crossed her arms in front of her.
    "Only someone not in their right mind would try it, but it looks like you tried to take a swim in the river."
    "What the hell would I be doing swimming in the muddy Mississippi River at midnight?"
    "Probably the same illogical reason you decided to arrive at some deserted, run down property for a nighttime tour?”
    It took her several deep breaths, but she managed not to go for his throat. "I do not have enough time to argue with you about the fog or why I am here. Right this moment, there is a little girl lost inside this dark house. Her name is Cherice. I am pretty sure she's a runaway. I almost hit her with my car tonight."
    "You almost hit someone with your car? Do you see now what I mean about putting yourself in danger? Tell me everything that happened from the beginning."
    At least he seemed to be listening now, instead of